Josephine Lucille Griffin was born last Thursday.
about 12 hours of labor, half an hour of pushing, baby girl breathed her first breath at 2:50pm.
7 pounds / 6.5 ounces, 20.25 inches long, sweet as a baby ever could be.
I awoke at 2:04am to extremely strong contractions that were immediately five minutes apart. She came out singing just before 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
It wasn't an easy labor by any stretch of the imagination, but somehow a week later it seems so brief, and the pain so... insignificant.
It wasn't an easy labor by any stretch of the imagination, but somehow a week later it seems so brief, and the pain so... insignificant.
I got my beautiful healthy baby. I got my VBAC. I got a bunch ton of stitches and some great birth photos from my amazing doula to show for it (most of which you will never see...)
Fifty-some diapers later, Dan and I are soaking up the delirious bliss of cuddling soft fuzzy newborn skin and catching glimpses of squinty blue eyes in between sleeps and feedings. She nurses like a champ. She looks more like me as a baby than Penny ever did. Her hair is coming in blonde and her complexion seems like it's going to be fair. She's alert and happy and the easiest baby ever. I am completely in love again, now threefold.
Big Sister Penny is adjusting well. She's chosen to share a few toys and prize blankets with Baby Josie on her own terms, and offers helpfully "I will hold baby Josie, Mommy" instead whenever I ask Dan to take the little swaddled bundle for a minute. We are constantly intercepting enthusiastic toddler limbs from flailing into Baby Josie's face, or lovingly climbing on top of her sleeping body. It's sweet. The other toddler stuff is a whole 'nother deal but we'll keep this post serene and only infused with baby goodness.
"We have two kids," Dan and I will look at each other and say.
Two car seats. Two video monitors. Two little souls in our care.
Two wonderful daughters. Praise God.
Thank you everyone for the well wishes. We are truly blessed.
